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Memories of a UnionI uttered last words - wrongly. Forgive me, Forgive me.Memories of a Union
So what is the count this time? Myriads of lies, fractures Broken bones and drunken bruises, All of our love, tears and laughter,
Gossip and confusion... Memories of a union. I happen upon a swollen scab -
A hole. In the very center of non verbal communication. I held you with it, I acknowledged and rejected you with it,
And now, in words, I love you with it.
But my last words can only be of affliction by loss. Adoration, the infection which burns in me Right now,
by ~Orphelia-Anduril
Vicious EmbraceThis is necessary.Vicious Embrace
This saves me.
Just a shred, the most minute piece. All rose coloured - imperfection - Rising...
Striving to hide all the uneven flow.
Just a thought, the smallest flicker. That if I could, I would... If I could have vivacity through mentality, I would use it.
(This is necessary - This saves me)
It's just a drop,
But it's a colossus of a splatter -
Spacing and gaining on reality, Reality is outside of me. Instead I find it all in mind Knowing-
That if I were valuable,
All
by ~Orphelia-Anduril
...in me...Behind and beyond the veil of hysterics and dramatics finely smoothed, Over the surface of undulating repulsion -...in me...
Lies the beast,
in me.
We endlessly collide and make tortured love. The friction evolving into the war I know so well, i against i. Burning, teasing and mocking scars made in defiance and fear By the filth and flaws,
in me.
in me - is me.
And me Is all I'll ever be.
Vile and colourless, in all respects, Evermore.
(...I'm sorry that I'll never be what you want me to be. Forgive me...)
by ~Orphelia-Anduril
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Fragile BeautyFragile Beauty She sits alone in the hospital Sitting on a bench in the garden Making daisy chains on the grass Lost in her own little world Thoughts of love and betrayal High hopes and disappointments She looks haggard and drawn Just plain and ordinary Nothing special And yet in her youth she was a beauty All the boys love her She was kind and generous Friends with everybody But she didn’t have a boyfriend She waited for you While you played the field Seeking adventures in the long grass Eventually you could resist no more And yoFragile Beauty
by ~demonrobber
Street Kid in London TownStreet Kid in London TownStreet Kid in London Town
Jody just wanted to be loved She was tired of all the shouting and screaming First of all it was her mother who took the blows And then he started on her Her father had loved her in the beginning She could remember the good times When they would play on the slide and the swings But that was becoming a distant memory She felt empty inside She saved up some money and walked out the door One look over her shoulder and then she turned away She headed for the centre of London Another stranger on the way to cardboard city She begged
by ~demonrobber
Music BoxThe Music BoxMusic Box
Serenity sat on her bed and listened to the music
Playing over and over on the music box It was her most treasured possession It had been a birthday present to celebrate her tenth birthday It was a haunting tune and the pink ballerina pirouetted and danced To the tune and the music box play on and on Serenity was now 35 and had lived here for 10 years She had been engaged to Steve They had first dated at the school prom Just after her 16th birthday They had gone on holiday to Spain and Cyprus Bought a home together And soon they would be marrie
by ~demonrobber
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- Current Residence: Galway, Ireland.
- Interests: God, Art, Music, Nature, Writing/Reading, Loving people, Orchestras, Computers, Humour, South Park..
- Favourite movie: Return of The King, Any Monty Python, Life is Beautiful, Watership Down, My Left Foot, Finding Nemo!
- Favourite band or musician: OTEP, Slipknot, Cradle of Filth, Nightwish, Epica, Metallica, Tool and tons tons more...
- Favourite genre of music: Everything really, except pop and ''dance''
- Favourite artist: Dalí, Bosch, Van Gogh, Victoria Francés, Gary Larson, Burton, People on dA who's work
- Favourite poet or writer: King, Plath,Wilde, Dickinson, Baudelaire, Rossetti, Verlaine, Cummings, Hopkins Loth-Zalozar etc
- Favourite photographer: ''Your name here''
- Favourite style of art: Dark and broody. Well anything with significance really.. Surrealism and impressionism also...
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: Sony.
- Shell of choice: One that covers me entirely - (for the sake of everyone else ^^)
- Wallpaper of choice: ....Music-related...
- Skin of choice: Mine. (Minus the freckles)
- Favourite game: ROCK SCISSORS PAPER!!
- Favourite cartoon character: Eric Cartman XD
- Personal Quote: ''I'm the only one allowed to be a hypocrite.''
- Tools of the Trade: Controlled insanity... and a pen :)
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/crystalsnowstorm
- Email: niere666@yahoo.co.uk
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"The day I stop dreaming is the day I die" - Soichiro Honda
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i own an army of pink bananas
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I LIED.
Care to refresh my memory?
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''Fanaticism is a matter of climate'' - Hitler.
''A bone heals, a bruise fades, but art, is, FOREVER'' - Otep.
....And I stuck my fingers into the sockets of the decayed .... and called it art...
... Forgive me.... please ...
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I LIED.
Anyway, now I must thank you, as it's rare for anyone to thank me/acknowledge it, things like that
You've actually been a very busy bee of a deviant too! 153 deviations...
So when I get back from work later, I'll take a look around your gallery dear
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''Fanaticism is a matter of climate'' - Hitler.
''A bone heals, a bruise fades, but art, is, FOREVER'' - Otep.
....And I stuck my fingers into the sockets of the decayed .... and called it art...
... Forgive me.... please ...
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I LIED.
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